Oh, Overworked Love

Ah, this poor word,
  Describes my feeling
Towards my
   Car,
      Child,
         Cat,
           Friend,
             Lover,
           And so much
        More….
  Tis a bit confusing
      At times.
And yet this is the most
Glorious sensation,
  Our great driver, compelling
    Towards so much
       Greatness.
          And beyond.

Misty Motion

Mists flowing through trees
Compelled by wind’s urging.
Rivulets descend the glass
Warping these trees I view.
Refraction’s coloration divine.
Sunlight glitters upon them,
Moments flickering through
Greyness, cloudy murk
Defines my land. White
Farmhouse upon the hill
Calls to me, wondering
Where I’ve journeyed, the
Familiar seeps into my
Bones. Salvation.